He looks her over, eyes roaming the length of her body and focusing on her upper abdomen where her ribs are wrapped. She'd been so hurt, she could have been bleeding internally. It's only by pure luck that she's not.

He gives her question serious consideration for a minute, but then quickly diverts rather than answer her.

"Can I get ya anything?" As he asks, his hand comes to rest against her wrist, and it's almost as if he hasn't heard her at all.